Post by Apple Bloom on Aug 9, 2012 16:54:48 GMT -5
Canterlot, 17th March
Dear Vinyl Scratch,
Well! That seems like an embarassing letter! And as ideal as that sounds after that one kiss we shared years ago, we're not right for each other. You're a pony with "the loud." And all those ponies calling your name, seeing you in concert, shouting to your fans.
I don't see how you do it! What if you make a mistake? Then everypony knows you did. I couldn't handle that. You can. Perhaps that's why we wouldn't really be right. We're so different.
But our friendship is so fantastic. And I think our differences are what makes our friendship so fantastic. You like screaming fans, I like quiet mail from ponies who don't even know who I am. A quiet, private life. What would happen to me if we got together? Would the name "Marble Memory" be etched into the collective mind of modern pony society? Would they even like me? I would hope they would like me. To be widely disliked sounds like a bad nightmare.
This letter sounds very depressing. I don't mean to shoot down any sort of possibility of us as a couple. I just let my worries get the best of me.
The package of which you speak has not arrived yet, though I am planning to display that piece very prominantly. Zebras make wonderful works of art. Equeastria could learn a lot from them about music and sculpting.
Not much news from me. The School of Magic in the University of Canterlot asked if I could organize a large exhibit of my more powerful artifacts. These exhibits always make me so nervous. Unicorns are more sensitive to magical effects. And these are artifacts of some power!
If you hear anything about Canterlot being erased from existence, then you probably have some idea of what happened.
I found a bakery near my condominium that makes delicious bran muffins. I bought two dozen very fresh, very soft peanut butter cookies. They were sent alongside this letter and I hope they find you well. and you find them delicious I don't care for sweets, myself, so I'd be a terrible judge of peanut butter cookies. I have yet to see cookies made from bran. If they ever invent one, I'd love to try them.
I love to read your letters. Do keep writing me.
O... o-oh dear.
Marble Memory Keeper of Artifacts Master of Rituals Filer of Late Study Paperwork
I'm used to seeing you drunk, it's no biggie. Your letter was super sweet, even if it wasn't exactly the truth. But heh. I never thought I'd see you again after my freshmare year at Canterlot College High School for Fillies. (I hated that place.) You were my perfect summer romance! It's totally crazy looking back on it now, but you made me super happy when I moved to Canterlot during that vacation. I had a shedload of problems, and you helped to lift them considerably.
Okay, I'm digressing a bit. That sorta thing, you and me... It was fun while it lasted, but... I'm not your type and you're not mine.
Anyhow... OHMIGOSH, peanut butter cookies! I love you so much, Marble! In a, erm... In a best friend way. But still! My favourite, you totally still remember that! Not much in Germaney but ponies in lederhosen and speaking weird, but I've done a few gigs here and there and they've been ace. Sending you some top-of-the-range Germane beer (NON ALCOHOLIC THIS TIME, OKAY?!). Enjoy it. (I know I did.)
Gosh, we're like one of those magazines that comes with free stuff with all the gifts we're sending each other. Canterlot's TOTALLY on my radar so I'll come visit you as soon as I can! You'd better be ready to get some VIP tickets to ALL my shows in the area.
I know conquering your many fears is probably nearing the impossible, but a wise pony once said something that I will now leave you with:
"You can't change what is in the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future."
Last Edit: Sept 6, 2012 16:41:35 GMT -5 by Scootaloo
"So what if my wings can't get me off the ground?"
Post by Apple Bloom on Sept 28, 2012 19:57:47 GMT -5
Canterlot, 30th March
Dear Vinyl Scratch,
I have heard Germane ponies can be a bit overly serious and philosophical to enjoy most music. It is a crying shame, as I am really quite sure your music is the best. Really, I mean it. I mean... I prefer classical, but that's beside the point!
Yes, I remembered your love of peanut butter cookies. I admit it wasn't without a little help, however. I found myself looking through my diaries of late, and there it was. On the third day we went out that summer.
Gosh, when I think about it like that. Looking through the pages of this diary, I'm reminded that we must have been so cute. You and your more outgoing personality. And... well... I must have looked like one small stallion next to you. I still had that organizer. Gosh, I have *no* idea where that got to. (I'm lying, by the way, I know *exactly* where it is.)
The beer was good. I'm more of a scotch drinker, but who has ever heard of Germane scotch? Honestly!
I don't have a gift this time. I've been swamped. Utterly swamped with news that apparently one of my artifacts has *escaped.* I've been scheduled to depart for Ponyville to search for it. I'm not a fan of Ponyville. I always end up stressing way too much and having to practically crawl my way back to Canterlot.
I will do my best to get the best tickets possible!
O... o-oh dear.
Last Edit: Sept 28, 2012 19:58:58 GMT -5 by Apple Bloom